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Authors: Hailey Edwards
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woman unable to call on her wolf. Jensen was fierce, but Charybdis was no ordinary enemy. “I can stay if you want company.”
“One babysitter is plenty.” She huffed at the wolf licking her ear. “Go. Enjoy yourself. Nip Nathalie’s tail for me.”
Requiring no further encouragement, I summoned my inner she-wolf. Recalled magic blasted through my veins with the punch of an adrenaline dump. Fur pierced my skin and rippled up my arms, across my shoulders and over my neck. My jaw cracked as it elongated, and my senses heightened in a rush that left me drunk on the moon.
Nostrils flared, I inhaled the musky woods scent of wolves, my wolves, and chased the heady lure of my mate deep into the heart of the forest.
Chapter 6
T highs screaming with each flex of burning muscle, I jogged back to the ceremonial site to check on the lovebirds. With nips and short barks, the wolves begged me to stay and play, but their animals were fresh, just hitting their stride. Thanks to my earlier jog-a-thon, my knees were the consistency of overcooked elbow macaroni, and I couldn’t feel my feet. Two legs were no match for four, and now that I was done for the night, the others could chase the horizon instead of holding back for my sake.
I pinned a sappy curl to my lips as Graeson’s mind brushed mine, his approval that I had circled back to check on our most vulnerable member warming me. Spreading my awareness, I luxuriated in the ability to touch each mind in the pack. The wargs vibrated with energy and poured their emotion into the scrabble of claws on dirt. They might not know it yet, but their new alpha planned on running them until they dropped in their tracks.
Panning my thoughts toward Bianca, the better to locate her, I slammed against a mental wall that blasted me with a headache so powerful I staggered and tripped over an exposed root. “Bianca?” My temples throbbed with my pulse, but I fought the blinding pain to search for her mate. “Jensen?”
After the worst effects subsided, I pushed to my feet and leapt to the creek bed, following it around a bend and past the candlelit area where the ceremony had taken place. For a span of seconds, I thought the migraine pounding between my ears had affected my color perception, but piece by piece the whole picture came into view, and bile stung the back of my throat.
Legs crossed and expression serene, Bianca sat in a pose identical to the way I last saw her. Upon hearing my approach, she tightened her grip on the handle of the ceremonial dagger. Its tip rested on the lip of her navel, and she pressed down until bright crimson spread across the splattered fabric of her dress. Calling on the dregs of my magic, I brought my wolf aspect forward and drew on her heightened senses. A copper tang prickled my nostrils, and I understood the crusted brown stains weren’t mud from wandering the creek bed. They were blood.
Her irises, usually a denim blue, shone as black as her pupils in the patchy moonlight and grew somehow darker at my approach, as though her eyes were filled with a starless night sky.
“Hey.” I came to a full stop several feet away from her crossed ankles and endeavored to sound casual while my heart jackknifed against my ribs. “Maybe I should hold that for you.”
“Hello again, Camille Ellis. I will keep the knife if you don’t mind.” Her unblinking stare pierced me. I had held a gaze hardened with the same vacant malevolence in another innocent face a few days ago. “The babe is insurance, you see.”
Reaching for Bianca through the pack bond on reflex, I dunked my mind into an icy blackness that sent tendrils of cold eternity seeking through our connection. “Charybdis.”
A delicate roll of her shoulders shifted the blade deeper. “As you like.”
So much blood on her. Where had it all come from? “Why do you need insurance?”
“I am vulnerable when my entire awareness is present in one being, but I cannot risk bringing an avatar so near
“One babysitter is plenty.” She huffed at the wolf licking her ear. “Go. Enjoy yourself. Nip Nathalie’s tail for me.”
Requiring no further encouragement, I summoned my inner she-wolf. Recalled magic blasted through my veins with the punch of an adrenaline dump. Fur pierced my skin and rippled up my arms, across my shoulders and over my neck. My jaw cracked as it elongated, and my senses heightened in a rush that left me drunk on the moon.
Nostrils flared, I inhaled the musky woods scent of wolves, my wolves, and chased the heady lure of my mate deep into the heart of the forest.
Chapter 6
T highs screaming with each flex of burning muscle, I jogged back to the ceremonial site to check on the lovebirds. With nips and short barks, the wolves begged me to stay and play, but their animals were fresh, just hitting their stride. Thanks to my earlier jog-a-thon, my knees were the consistency of overcooked elbow macaroni, and I couldn’t feel my feet. Two legs were no match for four, and now that I was done for the night, the others could chase the horizon instead of holding back for my sake.
I pinned a sappy curl to my lips as Graeson’s mind brushed mine, his approval that I had circled back to check on our most vulnerable member warming me. Spreading my awareness, I luxuriated in the ability to touch each mind in the pack. The wargs vibrated with energy and poured their emotion into the scrabble of claws on dirt. They might not know it yet, but their new alpha planned on running them until they dropped in their tracks.
Panning my thoughts toward Bianca, the better to locate her, I slammed against a mental wall that blasted me with a headache so powerful I staggered and tripped over an exposed root. “Bianca?” My temples throbbed with my pulse, but I fought the blinding pain to search for her mate. “Jensen?”
After the worst effects subsided, I pushed to my feet and leapt to the creek bed, following it around a bend and past the candlelit area where the ceremony had taken place. For a span of seconds, I thought the migraine pounding between my ears had affected my color perception, but piece by piece the whole picture came into view, and bile stung the back of my throat.
Legs crossed and expression serene, Bianca sat in a pose identical to the way I last saw her. Upon hearing my approach, she tightened her grip on the handle of the ceremonial dagger. Its tip rested on the lip of her navel, and she pressed down until bright crimson spread across the splattered fabric of her dress. Calling on the dregs of my magic, I brought my wolf aspect forward and drew on her heightened senses. A copper tang prickled my nostrils, and I understood the crusted brown stains weren’t mud from wandering the creek bed. They were blood.
Her irises, usually a denim blue, shone as black as her pupils in the patchy moonlight and grew somehow darker at my approach, as though her eyes were filled with a starless night sky.
“Hey.” I came to a full stop several feet away from her crossed ankles and endeavored to sound casual while my heart jackknifed against my ribs. “Maybe I should hold that for you.”
“Hello again, Camille Ellis. I will keep the knife if you don’t mind.” Her unblinking stare pierced me. I had held a gaze hardened with the same vacant malevolence in another innocent face a few days ago. “The babe is insurance, you see.”
Reaching for Bianca through the pack bond on reflex, I dunked my mind into an icy blackness that sent tendrils of cold eternity seeking through our connection. “Charybdis.”
A delicate roll of her shoulders shifted the blade deeper. “As you like.”
So much blood on her. Where had it all come from? “Why do you need insurance?”
“I am vulnerable when my entire awareness is present in one being, but I cannot risk bringing an avatar so near
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